Giving up could be the easy way out of it,
you've never felt what they wanted you to feel.
Their holiness and glamour never really fit,
and all their promises, you knew they were not real.
Depression and frustration took place in you,
such a dripping, bloody mess as it can be.
I hear your thoughts in my memory too,
hearts pure intentions were also failing me.
Looking at all these people,
so holy but still so far away.
Riding around, head's up in the clouds,
while they're begging for their followers to pay.
Depression and frustration took place in you,
such a dripping, bloody mess as it can be.
I hear your thoughts in my memory to,
hearts pure intentions were also failing me.
It's the dark side of the light,
so you couldn't stand the fight,
to control your own identity.
Life must go on,
they're gonna pay for what they've done.
Fight and fight,
a brand new morning will come,
a brand new morning will come,
a brand new morning will come.